The first step, in the oblivion,
It's all black,
But shiny.
Cause that is her eyes.
The second step,
The blackness recedes,
It becomes light and smooth.
Cause that is her tresses.
The third step,
Whitish darkness takes over,
Calm, gentle, quenching (my storm),
That,
Is her touch.
I can't proceed further,
Still.
Just feeling lost.
That is her smile.
Pushing myself to another step,
I am prisoned in a flytrap.
Paralysed, choking,
That is her beauty.
In the last step,
I fell,
Into a baseless space,
Falling even today,
I guess,
That is
Eternity.
